I Had Wanted To Write Ghost Country

Capo, My First Golden Retriever, So Loved To Swim She Once Jumped Off A Cliff To Get Into Lake Superior.

I Guess I Don't Have A Candidate Who Makes My Heart Go Pitter-patter The Way I Wish It Would. I'm Thinking, Here's An African American Candidate - Yes! And Here's A Woman Candidate - Yes! Why Can't I Get Behind Either One Of Them? Don't Tell Me I Have Latent Sexism Or Racism That I Need To Confront. I Don't Believe That. I Think We Are So Burned By The Current Situation That We Want Somebody That It Isn't Possible To Have. We Want Someone Who Definitely Looks Like The Messiah.

If You're Born Lucky, You Don't Have To Be Good.

The Hope For A Messiah Puts Too Much On That One Person. And You Think That Absolves You Of Personal Responsibility And You Don't Have To Act Because That Person Will Do It For You.

I Have A Friend Who Lives In The South Side Of Chicago. I Helped Out At A Church Charity There Where They Try To Give A Bit Of Cohesion To A Desperate Area. Everyone Was Very Welcoming